Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1887-10-01


help plying him. and he felt in his
pockets TO see what money he had.
All he could find was a sovereign and |
some coppers. Poor old fellow" he
thought TO himself, ''he wants it more
than do, but it means no hanson
Tor fortnight" and he walked across
the studio and slipped the sovereign |
into the beggar's hand.
The old man started, and faint |
smile fitted across his withered lips.
"Thank you, sir" he said in foreign
accent.
Then Trevor arrived and Hughie
took his leave, blushing little at
what he had done. He spent the day
with Laura, got a charming scoldinR
for his extravaganza, and had to
walk home.
That night he strolled into the Pal
cite Club about IL o'clock, and found
Trevor sitting by himself in the smok-
ing.room, drinking hook and settler.
"We!l, Alan, did you get the picture
finished all right?" hesaid as he lit his
cigarette.
Finished and framed. my boy" an
swered Trevor; "and, by tine by, you
have made q conquest. That old
model you saw is quite devoted to
you. / had to tell him all about you
who you are, where you live, what
your income is, what prospects you
have"
''My dear Alan,' cried Hughie. ~
shall probably find him Warrington me
when / 90 home. But, OF course, you
are only Joking. Poor old beggar! i
wish | could do something for him. /
think it is dreadful that any one
should be so miserable. / have got
heaps OF old clothes at home-do you
think he wonld care for any OF themY
Why, his rags are falling to bits.
"But he looks splendid in them,
said Trevor. II wouldn't paint him
in a frock coat for anything. What
you call rags call romance. What
seems poverty to you is picturesque.
ness to nae. However, I'll tell him oil
your offer"
ALAN" said Hughie seriously, "you
pain tiers are heartless lot."
IAN artists heart is his head. re
piled Trevor; "and besides, our bust
ness is to realize the world as we see IT.
not to reform it as we know 1T. a
chacun son meter. And now tell me
how Laura is. The old model wai
quite interested in her"
"You don't mean to say you talked
to him about herr" said Hughie.
Certainly I did. He knows al
about the relentless Colonel, the love
ly damsel and the 100000"
"You told that old beGgar all mn
private affairs?" cried Hughie, looklni
: very red and angry. :.
'My dear boy" said Trevor, smll
; ing, "that old beggar, as you call him
is one of the richest men in Europe
: You could buy all London to-moro or
without overdrawing his account. ID
! has house in every capital, dimes o.
/ gold plates, and can prevent Russli
going TO war when he chooses"
8 What on earth do you mean?" e1
: claimed Hughie.
l what | say" said Trevor. 9Th
r old man you saw to-day was Baro
!. Hausberg. He is a great friend
/ mine, buys all my pictures and tina
!. sort of thing, and gave me commits
!, sion month ago to paint him as
: begpar. Que voullezyous? Lafantasi
dun millionaire! And | must say b
il made magnificent figure in his rag
d or perhaps / should say, in my rag
!, as they are an old suit / got in Spain.
e Baron Hausberg?" cried Hughi
l. Good heavens! gave him a sove
eignl" and he sank into an arm cha
y the picture of dismay.
IS Gave him q sovereign" shoute
It Trevor, and he burst into roar
n laughter. ''My dear boy, you'll ne
Ie er see it again. Son affaire c'est Ia
vs. gent des autres."
re 81 think you might have told m
is Alan" said Hughie, sulkily. land nj
a let me make such fool OF myself"
r, well, to begin with, Hughie, sa
h Trevor, sit never entered my NM
is that YOU went about distributing ain
r. in that reckless way, lean understar
" your kissing pretty model, put yol
l. giving a sovereign to an ugly ONE
ID Jove, no, Besides, the fact is that
er really was not at home to-day to al
re one: and when you came in / dIdr
i, know whether Hausberg wou
re like his name mentioned. You knc
Sc he wasn't in full dress"
Is What q duffer he must think me
he said Hughie.
ed mot at all. He was in the highe
Il, spirits after you left; kept chuckli
k to himselfa and rubbing his old wrinkl
he hands together. j couldn't make o
why he was so interested to know
nd about YOU: but see it all now. Id
es invest your sovereign for you, Hugh
nav YOU the interest every six montl
as and have capital story to tell al
a dinner"
IL II am an unlucky DEVIL" grow
* Hughle. "The best thing lean do Is
X 90 to bed; and, my dear Alan, y
as mustn't tell any one. / shouldn't d.
Irs to show my face in the Row"
IRE Nonsense! 1t reflects the hi
ne est credit on your philantropic 81
*, it, Hughie, and don't run away. HS
ais another cigarette, you can talk aoC
Laura as much as you like.
err However, Hughie wouldn't ST
It'll and walked home feeling very unh
nv and leaving Allan Trevor in fits
ed laughter.
81 The next morning, as he was
he breakfast, the servant brought him
ny. n card on which was written:
as Gustave Naudin, de la part de NJ
M Raron Hausbcrg." ~ suppose he
come for an apology" said Hughic
ow himself; and he told the servant
ose show the visitor up.
or An old gentleman with gold spec
Giles and grey hair came into there
ou and said, in a slight French acc'
Ply, "Have / the honor of addressing
Puch Erskine?'
sit Hughie bowed.
i'm. 81 have come from Baron Hs
berg" he continued. 1.-THE Baron,
Il beg, sir, that you will offer
our ~, sincere anolapies. f" said Hughi